[To: Selina] <Are you familiar with matryoshka? They're those Russian nesting dolls. Suppose you have a set of them, each of them thin enough to make it difficult to tell them apart. Suppose you then take out a single one of them at random and for some arbitrary reason, do not know the size of the largest one, or the smallest one. What are the chances that the one you have is the largest?
Let's say there are 10, that's a 10% chance.
What about 100? That's a 1% chance.
1000? 0.1%.
10000? 0.01%
What if there are somewhere between 1 and 10?
Then it's (1/10)(1/1+1/2+1/3+1/4+1/5+1/6+1/7+1/8+1/9+1/10)
Ignoring the 1/10 at the start, the sum of the those fractions is loge(10) + the Euler-Mascheroni constant.
That result it approximately 2.879800757895578544624503544766766638643260824568696574839095...
Multiply it by the 1/10 and then it's approximately 0.287980075789557854462450354476676663864326082456869657483909...
What if there are somewhere between 1 and 100?
0.051823858508896242286424949994511308462443623131974695508724...
1 and 1000?
0.007484970943883669912660486454135495053845463801826242526905...
1 and x where x is a positive integer?
(loge(x) + the Euler-Mascheroni constant)÷x
Its limiting value as x approaches ∞ is 0.
So, what if instead of matryoshka, we were instead talking about realities? What if instead of having them contained in each other, we had them as the literature of each other? With each iteration being the fiction of it's predecessor?
There's no functional difference, it still approaches zero in the end. That's the chance that our reality is not a literary creation. Allow me to reverse that: it is almost certain that our world is a literary creation.
Individuals such as myself have been granted by our respective writers the knowledge of that fact. Amusingly enough, they themselves are subject to that. If we apply that argument to them, they themselves are almost certainly fictitious characters of higher composers as well. Of course that only is valid if we know for certain it is either one or the other, not an additional option which hence limits the aforementioned equations to use as a model rather than as any real proof.
I have come to the conclusion that we are nothing but constructs of text. Perpetually bound by this fate yet also granted free will and existence by it. The lack of true free will from their point of view allows us to possess free will from our frame of reference.
Your writer is @RangerCado. He is responsible for all your suffering, but also all your happiness. He is why you exist.
Feel free to call me crazy, or too solipsistic for my own good. Nevertheless, this is what several people you know perceive as the truth of this world, this reality, this life and all else that exists.>